Music
In
The
Dark,
Dancing
Alone
In
A
Shadowed
Park.
Brahms
And
His
Formality
A
Hummed
Reality.
I waltz,
A
Steady
Beat
Of
Stop
And
Start,
Like
The
Cadence
Of
My
Heart.
This
Solitary
Gavotte
Is
What
I’ve
Wrought,
Lovers
Fled
Away
Earlier
In
The
Day.
No
One
Is
To
Blame,
Life
Is
A
Zero
Sum
Game,
But
I’m
Dancing,
All
The
Same.